A Post For an Empty Bottle of Green Shit

My new friend, most definitely, Dee, came over to my house at midnight. It was not a typical initial encounter. We immediately acted as though we'd been close friends for quite a while. There was no awkward conversation or uncomfortable silence. It was pretty fucking sweet. Neither of us shut the fuck up until five or six in the morning when we fell asleep. As it happens, I divulged a hefty portion of my life's story onto her plate. I like to think I listened just about as much as I spoke. In any case, I had an exceptionally good time and was blown away to discover she was even more excellent IRL than on Facebook.

I wanted to write
A haiku for Dee - my friend -
But I'm no poet

Oh, and, my boyfriend came home at about eleven o'clock this morning. I fucking missed him something terrible. I must admit that I was grumpy. I can't deny that I was a tad mad for no particular reason. There were a few things that we needed to talk about... and we did. Everything is better now. Rather, everything has resumed being extraordinary.
Anyway, I'm going to go play Spyro on my boyfriend's PlayStation. There are no Fire Temples, thank the Lord.

-1991kmh